Yi Xichen was at a loss.
This is a strange room, a strange girl, everything is strange. Why is he here? What just happened
"Are you alright?" the girl asked, "What's your name? You passed out at the foot of the mountain, and I carried you back!" She even got up and showed off her arms, wanting to show her strength .
Yi Xichen couldn't help but want to laugh. This girl looks about ten years old, with thin arms and thin legs, how can she have any strength at all? She was probably the only one who felt that she was very strong.
He heard a slightly immature male voice: "eldest grandson Zijun."
Zijun? Where is Zijun? He wanted to turn his head to look around, but couldn't move his neck. After a while, he finally woke up: he has entered the sea of consciousness of the eldest grandson Zijun, this is the memory of the eldest grandson Zijun!
The girl looked at him with wide eyes: "Your name is eldest grandson Zijun? My name is Teng Ruoyi!" She suddenly turned around and ran out, and after a while, she ran back with a steaming bowl on the ground. " This is the soup that my mother made, you drink it!"
The eldest grandson, Jun, didn't want to drink the soup, but Teng Ruoyi couldn't help but shove the bowl into his arms. If he didn't take it, the soup would be spread all over. He just had to take it.
Teng Ruoyi said, "Why did you pass out at the foot of the mountain? Where are your parents?"
The eldest grandson Zijun: "Well... no..."
When he was young, he was not good at communicating with girls. Although he was not unable to say a word as he was later, he was also reticent.
The eldest grandson, Zijun, has been an orphan since childhood, and he has never had a parent since he can remember. At this time, he was still young and had not yet attained the Dao. He had a fight with a weasel spirit at the foot of the mountain and was injured a little. When he was in Ding, he was carried home by the girl Teng Ruoyi.
Yi Xichen could hear the eldest grandson Zijun's inner voice in the sea of consciousness of his eldest grandson. He thought that Zijun was not that powerful when he was a child, and he would be injured by a weasel spirit. He really wished there was a mirror nearby that would allow him to see what his eldest grandson, Zijun, looked like when he was a child, it was very cute.
Teng Ruoyi looked at him with wide eyes, and after a while, she giggled: "You are so weird! Hurry up and drink the soup to replenish your body, this soup contains the elixir that my mother made, and it can be replenished! Drink it and you won't pass out again!"
The eldest grandson Zijun was a little embarrassed and could not refuse with good intentions, so he picked up the soup and drank it.
Not long after, another female Dan Xiu entered the house. She looks similar to Teng Ruoyi, and she is a little old, so she knows that her cultivation is not high. However, her face is very kind, which makes people feel good.
Teng Ruoyi shouted cheerfully, "Auntie!"
Teng Ruoyi's mother smiled and patted her head, came to sit down beside the eldest grandson Zijun: "Are you feeling better?"
The eldest grandson Zijun nodded.
Teng Ruoyi's mother lifted his sleeves and applied medicine to the wound on his arm that was bitten by the monster.
Teng Ruoyi watched and said, "Zijun, who hurt you like this? Tell me, I'll go and avenge you! I'm amazing, Dad said that I am a heavenly root, All the monsters on this mountain are afraid of me!"
Tianling root? !
Yi Xichen was very surprised. Is this girl also Tian Linggen? Could it be the Chinese cabbage, which only grows once in a hundred years, and just bump into one? !
Teng Ruoyi's mother gave the eldest grandson Zijun good medicine, then turned to Teng Ruoyi and said, "Come here."
Teng Ruoyi dawdled and refused to come forward.
"Come here, what can you do!" Mother pulled Teng Ruoyi to the side of the bed and sat down, pressed her to prevent her from struggling, and rolled up her trouser legs. I saw that there were many wounds on Teng Ruoyi's legs, all of which were bruises and bruises.
She was very young and small, and she carried her eldest grandson, Jun, up the mountain by herself, and fell a lot. But she was injured like this, but she did not let the eldest grandson Zijun have another wound.
Teng Ruoyi was injured and was discovered by the eldest grandson. Her face flushed red, and she stalked her neck and said, "This is all because of my fight with the most powerful tiger demon on the mountain before. I'm down!"
Yi Xichen thought to herself that this girl had a good face, and would not show weakness at all.
Teng Ruoyi's mother finished the medicine for the two of them, and said to the eldest grandson Jun: "Child, you stay here to heal your wounds, and you can go after your wounds are healed."
This injury was nothing to the eldest grandson Zijun, but Teng Ruoyi looked at him expectantly. He looked at the injury on Teng Ruoyi's leg and finally said, "...Thank you."
Teng Ruoyi's mother smiled and said, "Are you hungry? Want something to eat? I'll make it for you."
This Teng Ruoyi's parents were not too young, but their cultivation was not high, so they didn't have fasting. The eldest grandson Zijun and Teng Ruoyi were still young and did not have fasting.
Teng Ruoyi raised her hand and cheered: "Pancakes! A-Niang's pancakes are the best!"
Teng Ruoyi's mother went out with a smile.
Yi Xichen finally regained the initiative of divine consciousness, and read through the sea of consciousness of his eldest grandson, Zijun, to understand the situation of the family. Teng Ruoyi's mother's name is Yuan Ying, and his father's name is Teng Tie. Their family of three lives on a hillside. This hillside is not a feng shui treasure, but a very ordinary hill, so it is sparsely populated. However, the family has a good personality and lived happily ever after.
Children of Teng Ruoyi's age still like to get along with their peers, so after the eldest grandson Zijun was left at their home to recover, she often came to play with the eldest grandson.
She read a formula, rubbed a fire on her hand, and said triumphantly: "Zijun, can you?"
The eldest grandson Zijun opened his palm, and a pure flame appeared in his palm within a moment.
Teng Ruoyi's eyes widened in surprise: "You too! How long did you learn it? I learned it for a month."
The eldest grandson Zijun gave her a slightly surprised look. The fire art is the most basic technique, such as the eldest grandson Zijun, who can master it once, and the rest of the children who have just cultivated the Tao also learn it in three to five days. Besides, the fire in Teng Ruoyi's hand was really not very good. Teng Ruoyi, who took a month to learn, let alone Tianlinggen, I'm afraid...
Teng Tie's cry sounded outside the house: "Daughter, come out to practice swords!"
Teng Ruoyi immediately ran out.
The eldest grandson Zijun's injury was almost healed, so he went to the door to see.
Teng Tie was a sword cultivator, but he only had the cultivation of foundation building. He taught his daughter to practice swordsmanship, and the sword style was like a child's play. Even though his eldest grandson was still young, he was probably no longer under Teng Tie. But Teng Ruoyi studied very seriously.
The father and daughter practiced for a long time until Teng Ruoyi was out of breath and Teng Tie said, "Let's go here first today!"
Teng Ruoyi nodded: "Okay, I'll practice for a while myself!"
"Yo, my good daughter works so hard?"
"Of course!" Teng Ruoyi said proudly, "I will become the number one swordsman in the world in the future!"
Teng Ruoyi left, and Teng Tie saw his eldest grandson Zijun leave the house and waved to him: "Zijun, come here. Are you a sword cultivator too? You have had an affair with your uncle."
The eldest grandson Zijun stepped forward.
The two swords collided, and Teng Tie showed a surprised look. At this time, although the eldest grandson Zijun has not yet entered the sect to learn sword tactics, he is relying on his own exploration. However, he is very talented, and the ability to control the sword seems to be innate.
"I can't tell." Teng Tiedao, "You kid..." He looked around and made sure that Teng Ruoyi was not around, so he whispered, "You're a genius!"
The eldest grandson Jun said: "Teng Ruoyi, she..."
Teng Tie hurriedly pulled his eldest grandson, Jun, aside. He said: "That child has been strong since childhood, and has always wanted to be a swordsman. But she is a pseudo-spiritual root..."
The eldest grandson Jun frowned. Teng Ruoyi is a fake spiritual root, he has already seen it, but obviously Teng Ruoyi doesn't know it yet, and claims to be a Tianling root.
Teng Tiedao: "My mother and I don't plan to send Ruoyi to a sect to practice Taoism, and we don't expect her to do much, as long as she can be happy every day."
So, instead of living in villages and towns, they moved to the mountains. Therefore, Teng Ruoyi thought she was very powerful.
Teng Tie winked mischievously at the eldest grandson Zijun: "This is my little secret with you, don't tell Ruoyi."
"it is good."
Yi Xichen looked at Teng Tie's generous smiling face, and couldn't help thinking that the medicine was not poisonous. For cultivators, talent is so important. Teng Ruoyi's parents were not very talented, so he must have suffered a lot when he was young. They were right not to send Teng Ruoyi into the sect to practice Taoism, not to mention that it would be difficult for the pseudo-spirit to be contained by the sect, and even if he did, he would suffer a lot. The exclusion and contempt of the disciples, the disregard of the elders, the unfair treatment...
Even though Yi Xichen has been protected by medicine and poison since he was a child, he has not suffered less, and he has seen too many similar things. Sun Xiaoqian, the crying bag of their medicine pavilion, was also a cheerful teenager when he first entered the sect. A girl as bright and smiling as Teng Ruoyi, if she entered the sect, she would be defeated in a short time. It's better to let her be a loose cultivator who is indifferent to the world and live her life in peace.
When the eldest grandson Zijun's injury was almost healed, Teng Ruoyi came to him to compare the sword.
"Zijun, come and practice sword with me!"
"I... forget it."
"What the hell!" Teng Ruoyi pulled him out of the room without any explanation, came to the open space, and pointed his sword at him, "Quick, pull out your sword!"
The eldest grandson, Jun, couldn't do anything, so he drew his sword and unsheathed it.
Teng Ruoyi immediately attacked. She is a pseudo-spiritual root, not suitable for sword cultivation, but very suitable for physical cultivation, so when she was just starting, she would not lose to those disciples who gradually accumulated spiritual power. Her sword moves were very smooth and unrestrained, the eldest grandson Zijun restrained his sword energy, resisted a few times in a fake pattern, and then conceded: "You won."
Teng Ruoyi didn't see the eldest grandson Zijun's intention to give up, and thought he really won. While she was proud, she did not forget to comfort her eldest grandson, Zijun: "You are not bad, practice hard, maybe you can catch up with me in the future!"
The sun hit her, and the goose-yellow clothes made her face bright, as bright as the scorching sun.
Within a few days, the eldest grandson Zijun's injury was completely healed. He was ready to leave.
The reason why he came here is because the nearby Lingxiao Sect would recruit disciples in the summer, and he planned to go to the Lingxiao Sect to ask for Taoism. He packed up the package, said goodbye to Teng Tie and Yuan Ying, and left.
Halfway down the mountain, I heard footsteps chasing after him. Looking back, it was Teng Ruoyi.
"Are you leaving?" Teng Ruoyi's big eyes were filled with reluctance, "Where are you going?"
The eldest grandson, Jun said, "I will go to the Lingxiao School to apprentice."
"Lingxiao faction..." Teng Ruoyi said, "But didn't they recruit disciples in summer? How many months are there?"
"… Um."
Teng Ruoyi followed suit regularly: "You...you are so weak, will you be bullied after you go down the mountain? If you leave, I can't protect you."
The eldest grandson Jun laughed. Teng Ruoyi really regarded him as a child who needed to be protected.
"You, don't leave yet, let my daddy teach you how to practice swords, okay? When you become stronger, go to apprentice."
Their family lived on this hill and had little contact with the outside world. Although Teng Ruoyi was well protected, she was lonely without children of the same age to accompany her.
The eldest grandson Zijun hesitated.
Teng Ruoyi grabbed the corner of his shirt: "There are many bad people outside, and there are very fierce monsters. You were injured like that last time. You might as well stay at my house for a while and have my father teach you how to practice. Jian, I have my aunt concocting pills for you, and I will protect you."
She grumbled for a while, her face flushed, and she whispered, "Please, don't go."
There are still several months to go to the Lingxiao faction to receive apprentices. In any case, he had nowhere to go during this period.
The eldest grandson Zijun sighed softly: "...Okay."
Teng Ruoyi laughed again, showing her white teeth: "That's great! Let's go back soon, A-Niang made pancakes again today!" She stretched out her little hand and pulled up her eldest grandson, "You are younger than your age. I'm young, you can call me sister in the future! I recognize you as a younger brother, and I will protect you well!"
She waved her thin arms: "I am very powerful!"
The eldest grandson Zijun also smiled lightly: "Okay."